Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 28, Number 29, Indianapolis, Marion County, 16 July 1879 — Page 7

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THE - INDIAXA.-- STATE SENTINEL; WEDNESDAY MOBNING, JULY 16, 1879.

LOVE TCKXS TIME'S GLASS.

Turn the hour-glass, dearest, ' . l Time forgets to weep; . j It la Love thou hearest. Singing time to sleep. Dear heart no shadows fall, For Love is over all ; Time's asleep, my dearest, Love is over alL If dark days thou feareet. Learn the old, old rhyme; Love, true love, my dearest, Turns the glass of time. Ah me! those running sands! Time's glass Is in thy hands; Love, true love, my dearest, Hain but golden sands. Whitehall Review. THE MORTGAGED FARM. "Six o'clock!" said Marion Hilvard, looking up suddenly, as the tall.old-fashioned clock in the corner rang out its shrill announcement; "six o'clock, and oh! mother, here is Jemmy Lane, punctual to the very moment. Xow we shall have good news from Jack, I hope." She ran out to the gate, flushed and eager, lo receive the letter from the country carrier; and, returning, seated herself on a low stool at her mothers feet, and broke the envelope. On the first glance at its contents, a shade of disappointment dimmed her bright face. Instead of reading the note aloud, she glanced hurriedly over the brief lines, and then silently, with quivering lip. placed it in her mothers hand and turned aside to a window. This is what Mrs. Hilyard read: Dear Madam: I saw jour son a few days ilnco, when, to my surprise, he expressed himself reluctant to apply his money to the redeeming of the mortgage, saying that he required it for a speculation which promises to be more profitable to him than the holding of the farm. I hare, therefore, been compelled to dispose of the mortgage to a gentleman of my acquaintance, who proposes to take immediate possession, and consider it my duty to inform yon thereof, in order that yon may lose no time in making arrangements for remoTal. Very respectfmlly, ABNEB HABB1S. Mrs. Hilyard returned the letter to its envelope with a trembling hand and a dazed, bewildered look, as though unable to realize the blow which had so suddenly fallen upon them. Her eyes met Marion's, and the girl threw herself upon her knees by her mother's side, and burst into a passion of tears. "Oh, mother, mother! what shall we do? 'what will become of us?" '"The Lord will provide,'" said Mrs. Hilyard, raising her overflowing eyes to the motto on the wall, embroidered by Marion's own hand. ""Where is your faith, my child, that it should fail you in this the very hour of need?" " "Mother, it is not so much the loss of our home, nor the poverty and trial in store which grieves me, but that Jack your own son, my own brother should have so changd. Oh, mother, I know that our Father in K"aven will not desert us, but to whom on earth can we turn when even Jack can become worldly and heartless?" At this moment a little blue-eyed girl burst into the room with: "Mamma Marion! here is Miss 'Melia Anderson at the gate, in her buggy. She ays will you step out a minute, for she wants to tell you about old Mr. Millard being sunstruck, and she daren't leave her horse without somebody to hold him." Marion was in no condition to listen to Miss 'Melia the greatest gossip in the neighborhood; so, Mrs. Hilyard, drying her eyes, was in civility compelled to see the informal visitor. Marion, her head resting upon the window-sill behind the screen of clinging roses, could have heard every word spoken; but, absorbed in her grief, she paid no attention until the name of "Wat Hinton struck upon her ear. It's true, for certain ; for Maria had it from his own sister, Aggie Hinton. Says Maria, in her wild way, 'If he comes back with all that money" you know his Uncle Samuel left him most of his property last year says Maria, 'If he comes back rich I mean to set my cap for him.' On which Aggie answers, '-Oh, you needn't; for he is to be married before long, and to a real nice, pretty girl, course Jj.aria waniea to know all about k; but Agsrie only laughed in her mysterious way, until Maria says, 'I believe you are joking!' when Aggie replies, 'If "Walter isn't married before winter I'll make you a present of my new ear-rings which he has sent me.' So you see it's a certain sure; and no doubt he'll bring his "bride to visit his family, and then, tell Marion, we may look out for a erand party, "When the Hintons undertake to do things thev always do them handsomely." Marion stayed to hear no more Gliding -out of a side door, she crossed the earden. passing little Myra, who was fondling a snow-white calf, her great pet and treasure, and who called out to her to "see how fast Snowball was crowing." Poor little sister! It would be as hard upon her as upon her mother and herself to leave the dear old home, with ail the scenes and objects endeared to them by the associa tion ot their lives. for in that ample, pleasant, old-fashioned farm-house Mrs. Hil yard had been born ana married, and here her children also had first seen the light. Two years ago her husband who had been too little practical to make a successful farmer had died suddenly, leaving his affairs in a very embarrassed state, and the farm burdened with a very heavy mortgage. Then Jack, good son and brother that he was, had thought it best to go to the city, taking advantage of a sitaation offered him by a distant relative, until the mortgage should be paid. Only two weeks ago he had written cheeriully, saying that the matter would be speedily settled to their satisfaction; and now, just as they were expecting to hear that their home was their own again; came this cruel letter. . , . As Marion had said to. her ! mother, not 3ven the loss of their home went -to her heart with so sharp a pang as did this evidence of the change in her only brother. That Jack should have grown so worldly and heartless as to consider his pecuniary advantage betore the gratification ol his mother's comfort; that he should allow them to be actually turned out of the dear old house, and go to reside in the strange city, where they could never feel at home oh, this was the bitterest pang of all! So Marion had thought upon first reading that letter; and, it was not until hearing Miss 'Melia'g words to ' her mother that she awoke to the consciousness that fate could have even a greater sorrow than this in store for her: ;. Oee -yeai, ago she had parted from her ' accepted - lover, "Wat Hinton, in mutual anger on both sides. "Wat had become jealflMJM. Mild III1II KIHIKKII AIIHI III V IA I 111. HI1I1 111 M i .J i. . i j l i. .. i . -. i. i - - manner which she considered herself justified in resenting. ' ' "Wat was too proud to apologize, and "Marion too proud as well as too delicate to , and so they had drifted apart, both miserable, until "Wat had broken the last link by going to the west. She heard of him from time to time through his family, but no word or message ui how t 0P rtmA In mi frtia vmlA ha had looked forward with a faint, yearning .hope to the possibility of his some time re turning, and or all being made up between them. - . . But now this last hope was rudely stricken

to the ground. "Wat was going to be married. He had forgotten her, ana was lost to her forever.

Oh, it is hard so hard to bearl" thought Marion, as, with hands unconsciously tightly clasped, she passed slowly under the apple boughs of the old orchard. "Life is bitter. It has taken all from me. It can have no more to give, Only my dear, dear mother, and Myra! For their sakes I must be strong, and try to bear it all." On the verge of the orchard, where the high bank sloped abruptly to the meadow, she came to a mass of tangled honeysuckle, fashioned into a rustic arbor. Wat had made it for her, and here, in act, it was that they had last parted. Down in the meadow ran a little path way, leading by a snort cut to V at s home, couple of miles away. How often she bad sat here of an evenjng and watched for him! fche could scarcely look back upon any object now before her eyes which was not connected with some association of "Wat. There was the walnut tree-which he and Ja:k used to climb, and there the clear, laughing brook in which he had taught her to steer the little bout which he hud made for her, laden with grain, down to Jack's famous water-mill, at the roots of that old willow. Further up wa the real "grist and saw mill," which Jack had always been so desirous of owning, and which everybody said would be such a good investment lor one who could manage it properly. And then Marion, seated on the bench in the rustic arbor, turned and looked long and yearningly at the oldiarm-house peeping ironi the great beeches across the orchard. 2fo other place on earth could ever be home to her. And her mother? Oh, it would be harder still for her, whose whole life of 50 yearsjhad been spent under that roof. A. sudden sound aroused Marion a sharp whistle as of some one calling to a dog, and she saw through tear-dimmed eyes the figure of a man hurrying along the pathway in the meadow. She drew back behind the screen of the honeysuckle. The path led past the arbor, but at the foot of the steep bank she would not be discovered in her retreat. So she thought; but a moment or two after there was a sound of footsteps ascending the bank, a rustle of the honeysuckle branches and Marion saw standing in the. entrance of the arbor the figure of a tall young, man who looked almost as much startled as herself. For a moment they gazed at each other Marion pale, and the stranger with a flush rising on his handsome face. Then he said, as he held out his hand, "Marion, don't you know me?" She gave him her hand in silence. It was "Wat. And suddenly with the sight of him came the full bitterness of her sorrow, in the consciousness that he was lost to her forever. She was nothing to him now, and he must be nothing to her. '1 am glad to have so unexpectedly tound you here in this dear old spot," he said. "I arrived at home only an hour ago, and could not rest until I had seen vou." bhe met his eyes, bent upon her with a strange earnestness, and her pale cheek faintly flushed, but she could not have spoken a word. 'Marion, he said suddenly, "have, you no welcome for me?, Is it possible that you can not iorgive me: "Forgive you?" "Yes; for all niv absurd jealousy, and pride, and folly. I have never had a happy moment since I parted Irom vou, Marion, and I have ' come back at last to beg your forgiveness, and to beg, too, for- the love which I forfeited, but which I can not live without." "I do not understand vou, "Wat. I do not know why vou should speak thus to me. when when you are going to be married. "Who told you that ot me, Marion? "It came from Agnes, your own sister." He smiled. "Aggie knows my wishes. It was she who encouraged me to- come back. She thousht you would forgive me. ' "Will you, Marion, darling bhe had averted her face to hide her tear ful et-es, but he now took both her hands, and, as he drew her toward him, a great tide of unspeakable joy rushed over her, and she coulk only murmur faintly: "Oh, Wat!' When they were both calmer she told him of the heavy grief that had just fallen upon them, l hey must leave their dear old home, which had passed into the hands of strangers. 'Of strangers, Marion? Do you call me a stranger? "lou, Wat?" , He looked surprised in his turn. "Did vou not know it was I who have purchased the dear old farm? Did you not receive Jacks letter: Oh, Walter, it can not, can not be true!'.' hie took ' Irom a pocket-book a pape.r wmcn he opened and placed betore her. it was the mortgage which her lather had given Mr. Abner Harris "And the place is really yours now! she said, looking up radiantly through sudden tears. "Not mine, but ours, darling." She was too happy to speak a word in an swer. . "You see, dear," Wat said, "Jack and I talked it over the other dav. and we agreed, as he was so anxiousJtopurcLase the mill and had not means Buthcient tor both, that 1 should take the farm, and leave him at liberty to invest in the mill property. It is the very best thing for Jack and for his mother, as I explained to her, if only she had received his letter. Jack is not fitted for a farmer, and could never have made much of the farm, as he certainly will do with the mill. He came up with me in order to attend to the matter. Forgive me that I neglected to inform ' you, but I left him behind in the maple-field, talking with Aggie." . , Marion started up with a gladcry. . Coming down the opposite declivity of the meadow was somebody,, joyously .waving his hand, and in two minutes she was sobbing in her brother's arms sobbing from a fullness of joy such as she had never in her life before known. ' ' '- " They hastened to " the . house, all ' three eager to gladden the heart as the mother. Jack sprung up to the steps and took her in his arms, while ,,Wat lifted , Myra, who had run to meet them in . frantic, delight. ' ' r v - ! ' ;; " .. As Marion crossed the threshold, the old clock rang out a welcome chime. "Seven o'clock!" said the girl, softly. ' , Her; heart was full, and she turned away and went quietly up to her own room. As she passed the clock, she looked up at it with an expression almost of awe. "What a lifetime of misery and happiness in one hour!" she murmured... Miss Emma Thnrsby is again in London. Managers bother her, she says. She has received several flattering offers for the conti nent during the coming season, in addition to several from America. , "I really want to go back," she says. "I get homesick sometimes." She la engaged for the Hereford festival. Among the new organizations in London Is on called the Sea-shell Mission. It proposes that children at the sea-side shall gather shells for distribution among the children in the homes and hospitals of the great city. - ' - '.-:,.,..,.

THE LAST MINSTREL.

A Tew Recollections of Good Old Times When Negro Minstrelsy Days, Saw Its . Palmy Boston Herald.) The death of George Buckley, or "G. Swain Buckley," as he was more commonly knows, in Quincy, on the 25th Inst, recalls the scenes of "departed days," In the words of a recent writer, when minstrels, in its parity, was a form of entertainment worthy the lib eral and dignified patronage it received, and when the melodies of the black harp were relished as gems. Mr. Buckley was the last of a famous family, who were among the pioneers in negro minstrelsy, and whose clever - impersonations of the . genuine Southern darkey, aided by musical abili ties of a high order, served to gain for them a world-wide popularity, and for ever endeared them to that great body of amusement-seekers who delighted in that species of humor which possessed depth without coarseness, and which combined with the eccentricities of dress and manner of the typical plantation negro the touching plaintiveness or rollicking fun of the melodies of a race into whose composition, primarily, music largely entered, and with whom it was as natural to sing and dance as to breathe. The year 1813 witnessed the advent of Ethiopian . minstrelsy. At that time, at the circus in the Bowery, New York, the Virginia Serenaders appeared as the first organized company of minstrels in this country. This company comprised Dan Emmet, Gil Pell, Frank Bowery and Billy Whitlock. Many will remember their excellent performances, and the sensation they produced gave ready evidence of the success the business was destined to attain. The novelty of the thing quickly induced the shrewd ones to take it up, and the Serenaders were shortly followed by the Kentucky minstrels, who appeared at Felby'a old National theater in this city in the same year. Up to that time minstrelsy had been in the hands ot those who were, to be sure, clever actors, and whose mirthful extravagances met with unbounded applause; but it was evident from what followed that the profession was destined to accomplish even more artistic results, for in May, 1843, the Congo Melodi-ts appeared at the Tremont theater, headed by Mr. James Buckley, whj brought to his work long experience as a musical director (having been previously engaged at HarriDgton's museum, on Court street, as leader of the orchestra), and introduced what served to immediately place minstrelsy among the arts namely, harmony. The vocal efforts of the pioneers in the business were marked by great crudity, and the introduction of harmony, as a specialty, by the Congo Melodists, instantly met with abundant success, and was recognized as a long stride in black business. Those who remember the opening performance ot the Melodists, when the Buckley family sustained the leading parts, will recall the boundless enthusiasm which greeted their harmonious renditions. . About a fortnight later the Ethiopian - serenders appeared. They were principally composed of Gennon, Whittemore, Wilson. Quinn and Stanwood, all well-known and clever comedians. During the three years from 1843 to 1S46, but four companies of minstrels were formed in this country, namely, "Virginia Serenaders," "Kentucky Minstrels," "Congo Melodists," "Ethiopean Serenaders." To such an extent - was the business ' conducted, . and so great had been the growth in public favor since its institution, that in 1816 it had become generally acknowledged to be one of the most popular forms of entertainment before the people, if, indeed, it did not even stand the very head of all. In 1846, the celebrated Virginia serenaders appeared ia Philadelphia. With that troupe appeared Dick Myers, Billy Edwards, Cool White, and the "inimitable" Eph. Horn. The success of their predecessors in the business, and the rich talent they possessed, together with the marvelous popularity already won by the profession, afforded most flattering prospects. for the talented Virginia serenaders, who enjoyed a season of remarkable success. With this company, as before stated, appeared Eph. Horn, probably the most successful "end man" ever associated with the business, and one whose original voice, brilliant wit and able action will ever be remembered by old playgoers. G. Swaine Buckley was not, ia the popular interpretation of the term, a negro minstrel; he was a musician. And many of the present playgoing generation who are perhaps less familiar with him as a performer, are not aware that his greatest successes have been achieved in a white face. As a performer upon the widest range of musical instruments he is almost without a peer. Thirty years ago an Ethiopian comedian was an Ethiopian comedian. The negro was his example for study. He sought in the character of the black man those eccentricities which gave to the art its pith, its great interest, and its respectability. The true Ethiopian comedian esteemed music as the most1 valuable (in its originality) and the most interesting characteristic of the race he studied. To sing the old plantation songs with credit and justice is truly an art. it is, however, an art that is in a great measure lost. For, while the average minstrel of ' to-day may be able to touch the banjo with some degree of credit, his dialect in song and recitation is, as a rule, abominable. It is not known, apparently, that there are as many distinct dialects among the black people ol the south as among the different "tribes" of Yankees. The Virginian differs decidedly from the South Carolinian, and it is in the proper and distinct rendition of such differences that the art exists. Almost any one may be able to sing a plantation melody in French, German or Italian; but it is difficult to find a comedian capable of properly rendering a negro song in negro dialect. Minstrelsy as it existed a quarter of . a century ago was an art. Artists engaged in it. Such names as Horn, Pell. Bucxley, Sharpley, McAndrews, Whitlock, Myers and others' were found among its disciples; and in the palmy days it was -. a profession tally worthy the Intense public esteem and popularity it enjoyed. "And its decline,' said Mr. iJucxiey, in a conversation with the writer upon the subject, "is due to the intro duction of what is known as .the variety businees. In the hands of bunglers, the banjo has become a hideous organ of dis cord. The melodies of the Carolinias and the Mississippi have been tampered with and abused, and the delicate sentiments of minstrelsy have become scattered beyond recall. It should be borne in mind that the inspiration of minstrelsy is music melody and harmony and that only is worthy the name which draws Its charm from the sighing strings. In its infancy Ethidpian minstrelsy in this country was conducted on that principle. The appearing artists were lamous either ior their vocal abilities, or their, excellence in instrumental per formances, once, periormers as worn, Pell, Trowbridge, the Buckleys, Myers, White, tne nnsty , Brothers. Emmet, Whitlock, and others, in such melodies as "Lucy Keel," "Dearest May," "Virginia Kose Bad," "Mellow Horn," "Lily Dale," "Uia Aemucxy nome," "Hiiver Moon; "Mary of the Wild Moor," "Twinkling Star," etc., were worthy the name of min strels. - Their performances partook of artistic element that not only delighted "the gallery." bat charmed as well "the nit." When the Buckley family opened in the old Tremont tneater as the Congo Melodists, and their hrst number was rendered with harmony before unknown in that business,

the very foundation shook with the storm of applause ere the first verse was concluded, and the fame of this gifted family was at once established. The reason is apparent. The management, Mr. James Buckley, was alone satisfied to produce in art what nature had caused to exist. No one ever heard of a negro who was not simply alive with music. The race are, and ever have been, distinguished for their talents in every quality of harmony and melody. And no less is true that the same spirit of harmonious melody muBt exist in all representation of negro minstrelsy. To day, when the entire world ia devoted to patronizing the arts, when the drama is an acknowledged social power, when music is enjoyed universally and cultivated as an indispensable accomplishment, minstrelsy the amusement of by-gone days is fast declining. Veritable negro comedians succeed to a limited extent, bat the profession has gradually sunk into insignificance; and the brilliancy, innocence and . charm of the "corky art." the sweet, melodious songs of the cotton field, and the broad, clean humor of the legitimate olio, are replaced by a feeble burlesque and imitation of the "quips and cranks and wanton smiles, nods and becks and wreathed smiles," of the by-gone artists in burntcork. . ' . The Horror of Perihelia. His name is not Grim, as it might be, but Grimmer, which is properur; and he lives in San Jtise, Cal. lie has published a pamphlet called "The Voice of the Stars,': and a most melancholy voice it is. It sets forth the intolerable things which are to happen in consequence of "the perihelia of the four great planets, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune and Saturn, in 1880, as between 1880 and 1887." The cfloct of the approach to the sun simultaneously of so many great bodies, Grimmer says, will be unspeakably disastrous to our own. According to this San Jose astrologer, among other pleasant results ."every drop of water in the earth, and above the earth, and on the earth, will be more or less

poisonous. ihen will come seven sorrow ful years. Ancient races will be blotted from the face of the earth. Fifteen millions of the inhabitants of America will die, unless stringent sanitary measures are adopted, as they will not be, for everybody knows that they never are. Then will come storms and tidul 'waves and tornadoes, with volcanic actions of the worst sort; mountains and valleys will change places, and "navigators grow pale with alarm at the capricious dcr flexure of the needle." The particularly energetic way in which volcanoes will "belch forth their lava," the suffocating fumes of sulphur which will escape from the earth, the sudden disappearance of islands, including, perhaps, the island of Manhattan, with an unprecedented number of shipwrecks, will be followed by fanaticism, bloodshed, murder and robbery; while (remarks Grimmer) 'every one will be absorbed in the trying task of keeping alive." The poor will die by tens of thousands. The doctors will raise their prices; but Mr. Grimmer advises everybody, when these dying times arrive, to put no faith in physicians, but to take copious draughts of warm water, abstain from animal food, and wear cotton dipped in-camphor in the nostrils. The pestilence will ravage until 1885, and then will come fires which will rage with fury until 1887. The sun will discharge oceans of flaming hydrogen gases. There will be tremendous showers of meteors. Dense black clouds will veil the sun for days. Blinding flashes of lightning will llumine the sombre skv. The flesh-eater and alcoholic imbiber will go hand-in-hand to the grave, btrife, discord, war, floods, inundations but enough! No longer let us dwell upon the coming catastrophe! It should be mentioned, however, that accordng to Grimmer General Grant will be elected president in 1880, and re-elected in 1884. In 1887 he will be in special danger from railway collisions, after which he will have a series of years of peace and happiness, and "die idolized by this country, and respected and honored by the world." I he great Urimnier, as a citizen of Cali fornia, is naturally disposed to let off that State easily. It will be the last and least sufferer from "the most malignant plague era the wonld has ever known." "The Pa cific Statesj' we are told, "will be a veritable paradise oPpeace compared with the hellish strife that will be waging throughout the world. We see how it was. Grimmer evidently was afraid ot the vigilance committee. should he venture to include San Jose in the general ruin. He would have been waited upon by a deputation of the most energetic citizens, ana compelled to revise his en leu la tions. W ith one end of a rope about bis neck and the other tied to some convenient branch, Grimmer would .have been made to figure out nothing but good luck and plenty ot whisky to an Jose trom 1880 to 1888. He sagaciously escapes his fate. He kills off the rest of us, but he spares the Californiuns. What is there for us to do but to appoint an opposition Grimmer of our own, who will deduce for our comfort from "the ierihelia of the four great planets" nothing but health, prosperity, and a good time gen erally: Keep Cool. me neatea season has arrived; there is no false alarm about it this time. Old Sol, the munagsr, is here to stay, and as his official mouthpiece, the thermometer, is above bri bery, there is nothing to be done but endure until the nery -old tyrant goes back ?outli again, it is not necessary to be all the while uncomlortaoly hot because the sun shines, the pavements glow, and shade trees are almost unknown in the city. Correct hab its of bod v and mind will antagonize and generally overcome the most persistent ef forts ot the sun. lo begin, avoid heating food; most people allow the palate to deter mine what thev shall eat and how much, which is as foolish as to allow the family fire to select such fuel as best pleases it gun powder, nitro-glycerine, etc. Do not inorcase vour physical temperature, particu larly that ol your head, by drinking alcoholic beverages; when water does not suffice as a drink, consult a physician instead of barkeeper. Use water externally with fre quency; no one can get rid of superfluous heat through a skin the pores of which are tightly scaled. . If you have a great many cigars' that ought to be smoked before they grow dry and tasteless give them to vour enemy: it is better that his liver should be deranged than yours, for a torpid liver in duces a weak hot head. At least once a day take exercise enougn to cause tree perspiration; the man who perspires the most is the coolest; the soldier in drill in woolen clothing under a hot sun, with the thermometer in the nineties, is more comfortable than the lounger in white linen and sun umbrella who looks at him. If you have f first rate thing to get angry a'bout lay ii carefully away until the cold weather. Do not worry; it is frightfully heating as well as nhvsically extravagant. Sleep retrularlv and full hours, resisting the temtation to sit up late because the evening is the only cool part of the day. A hundred other suggestions mlrvlif Vu nfTorad but. thn hIiata if fullnwArl will enable many a heat stricken mortal to imagine that this is not so dreadfully hot summer after all. A voung brother of Miss Mary Anderson made his first appearance on the stage, at the Leland opera uouse,m Albany, on Jane 20, acting Stephen, in "The Hunchback.1 The debut was quite aaoceasfuL

OUR YOUNG FOLKS. WHERE IS TOrR BOT TO-NIGHlT TLlfe is teeming with evil snares, Tne gates of sin are wide, The rosy fingers of pleasure wave And beckon the young inside. Man of the world, with open purse, Keeking your own delight. Pause, ere reason is wholly gone Where is your boy to-night? Sirens are singing on every hand, Lniing the ear of youth ; . Glided falsehood, with silver notes, Drowneth the voice of truth. Dainty lady in costly robes. Your parlors gleam with light. Fate and beauty your senses steepWhere is your boy to-night? Tempting whispers of royal spoil Flatter the youthful soul Eagerly entering Into life, ltestlve of all control. Needs are many, and duties stern Crowd on tne weary sight; Father, buried In business cares. Where is your boy to-night? Pitfalls lurk In the flowery way, Vice has a golden gate. Who shall guide the u aweary feet Into the highway straight? Patient woraer, with willing hand, Keeping the home-hearth bright, Tired mother, with tender eyes. Where is your boy to-night? Turn his feet from the evil paths Ere they have entered in ; Keep him unspotted while yet ye may, Earth is so stained with sin. . Ere he has learned to follow wrong, Teach him to love the right; Watch, ere watching is wholly vain Where is your boy to-night? Who Was the Bad Boy ? Little Annie was prettily dressed and standing in front of the house waiting for her mother to go oat to ride. A tidy boy, dressed in coarse clothes, was passing, when the little girl said: "Come here, boy, and s'ake hands with me. I dot a boy das like yoa named Bobby." The boy laughed, shook hands with her

and said: i ve got a little girl mat like yoa, only she hasn't got any little cloak with pussy lur on it." Here a lady came cat ol the door and said: "Annie, you must not talk with bad boys on the street I hope yoa haven't taken any thing from her? Go away, and never stop here again, boy!" ibat evening the lady was called down to speak to a boy in the hall. He was very neatly dressed, and stood with his cap in his hand. It was the enemy of the morning. I came to tell yoa mat I am not a bad boy," he said; "I go to Sunday-school, and help my mother all I can. I never tell lies. nor quarrel, nor say bad words, and I don't lixe a lady to call me names, and ask me if I've stolen her little girl s clothes from her. "1 m very glad yoa are so good." said the lady, laughing at the boy s earnestness; 'tere s a quarter of a dollar for you." l don't want that." said Bob. holding his hand very high. "My father works in a foundry, and has lots ot money. You've got a bigger boy tbau me, haven't your ' "les, why ' "Does he know the commandments?" "I'm afraid not very welL" "Can he say the sermon on the Mount, and the the twenty-third psalm, and the Golden Rule?" "I am very much afraid he can not," said the lady, laughing at the boy's bravery. "Does he not ride his pony on Sunday, in stead of going to church ."' 1 am afraid he does, but he ought not," said the lady, blushing a little. Mother don't know 1 came here," said the bright little rogue; "but 1 thought 1 would just come around, and ace what kind of folks yoa were, and I guess mother would rather your boy would not come round our doors, because she don't wan't little Mamie to talk to bad boys in the street. Good evening!" and the boy was gone. Chips for the Children. A little boy came to his mother, recently and said: "Mamma, I should think that if I was made of dust I would get muddy inside when I drink." Grandpapa: "By George, I must stop and blow a bit, Tommy." Tommy: "All right, grandpapa. I've got a stone to put under your heel." Punch. Little Andy has got to the head of his class at last. "I hope yoa will stay there now," says his father. "Oh, no. I don't think I will, pa," says the thoughtful boy, -'I might get too proud." ' A naughty little girl was playing ia a room where her grandma sat, when a heavy shower came up, and a terrific peal of thun der broxe upon their ears. "Mattie. ' said grandma, "God is calling yoa do yoa hear?" "les," replied Alaitie the incorrigible; "bat ou tell voa i tan t tome now l se too usy." Standing before a fruit-stand a San Fran cisco gamin said: ''Hello! old fellow, how much for your oranges? ' "Twenty cents a dozen, sonny." "Do yoa throw the thirteenth into the bargain?" "Yea, my lad." "Well, give me the thirteenth to-day, and 1 will'buy the dozen of you to morrow." San Francisco Golden Era. A lad entered the city office yesterday and presented an order calling for the payment of 25 cents for his services in impounding a dog. The money was handed over, and then an officer asked whose dog it was. "Mine," said the boy. "Yours?" ejaculated the astonished officer; why, what do yoa want to impound your own dog for?" " "Cause," said tne boy. 'cause when does is 25 cents apiece I sells out every time. I'd rather have a quarter than a dog any time." Toledo Commercial. Little Harry S.. of five summers, who bad been exalted from girl's to boy's habiliments, recently appeared at school arrayed in the former, when the teacher kindly re marked: "Children, 1 hone that none of yoa will tease Harry, nor to speak of his dress. as his mother has sent him in it to punish him for being naughty, and he feels morti fied and sorry." Thereupon Master Harry quickly mounted his seat, and repudiating the teacher's aina protection, extended his clenched hst and harrangued h s class thus If any girls says anything about It, 1 11 say nothing; but if any boy does, I'll knock his head oil; and the hre of his eye bespoke bis sell reliance. Boston Transcript. Sumner's Account of Lord Brougham's rroianity. Hartford Couranf. "ihe greatest mortincation 1 ever re ceived in mv life in this wbv was when I was at breakfast abroad with Lord Broug ham. We had sat down at the breakfasttable, when somebody brought a newspaper to Lord lirougham. It contained a personal attack upon him. The article was marked and he read it through. When he had completed it, .he began a volley of the most scathing oaths that I ever heard fall from the lips of man. There was no limit to the curses he rained upon the head of the author of this piece. I was shocked and stricken dumb, said Mr. Sumner. The only other occupant of the table except Lord Brougham and myself was Brougham's mother. She sat at the head opposite her son, a venerable and courtly lady, with an elegance and grace of manner that I never saw excelled. I dared not look at her for some moments, but when I ventured to turn my eyes in that direction, I found not a muscle of her face was moved. She was as calmly unconsciousof what her son was saying as if he was talking in Arabic. The breeze soon blew over and we had a very enjoyable breakfast. Mothers will yoa prow weary and sigh over the baby's troubles when Dr. Boll's Baby Syrup would relieve the child and thereby ive the mother rest 7.

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